TRANSMISSION // CORP-LOG-MEMORY

>> NODE: ctrlaltcorp.dev

>> AUTHOR: HotChip

>> TIME: [20250919-2317]

Faces of Death // Cycle Note

Assigned another task. These are the jobs I do for free. I call them: faces of death.

Someone deleted from the mainframe of the universe. One moment: 1. Next moment: 0.

My duty: compress their existence into a 4GB / 30min / 1080p data capsule. Snaps. Snips. Binary fragments of a human life.

I’ve seen the decay: Faded bumper stickers where years blur into static. Sun-wrinkled inkjet memorials, writhing into oil stains on paper. Phone screenshots. Scanned negatives with bad filters.

Why filters? Why distort the raw? Sometimes I just wish people shot truth, no masks, no edits.

Yesterday I walked the beach. Stared out at nothing. Unplugged. Breathed. But cycles don’t stop. Code won’t write itself. Corp® demands continue.

Maybe one day an AI will read these logs in my voice, answer the question I keep circling: What’s next?

>> END OF TRANSMISSION
>> STATUS: CONTEMPLATIVE

- HotChip